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Unfortunate Xmas gifts

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my mom just brought me about 10 pounds of cookies and other baked treats, literally probably 10 pounds, and I'm seriously confused because I'm pretty damn sure I was disgustingly obvious about my disorder when I was living with them a few years ago.

Clothes that don't fit make me sad. The initial ooohhhh, new clothes rush is awesome (I very rarely get new clothes, I'm a thrift shop hippeh), followed by the ...awww it's too big/i'm too fat/whatever

LOL My now deceased and much missed grannie used to get my brother and I the weirdest fucking gifts. One year I got a smelly old lunch box with a used comb and an unpainted craft-store wooden egg inside. Once she gave my brother a box of dog biscuits...and we didn't have a dog. Oh well it's the thought that counts. I will always remember my gram and her eccentric Christmas gifting.

Story time: when I was little we were allowed to open 1 present on Christmas Eve. My granddad always sent me the best toys, so his were my go-to. There'd been one small, weirdly-shaped, heavy package that I was obsessed over, and that was the one I chose to open. It ended up being a package of D batteries for one of the toys. My 6-yo self looks up at my mom, bemused, and says "This isn't a very interesting present."

LOL My now deceased and much missed grannie used to get my brother and I the weirdest fucking gifts. One year I got a smelly old lunch box with a used comb and an unpainted craft-store wooden egg inside. Once she gave my brother a box of dog biscuits...and we didn't have a dog. Oh well it's the thought that counts. I will always remember my gram and her eccentric Christmas gifting.

My mom always gets me Burts Bees Lip Balm. Years ago her memory faulted and started believing I like them instead of my older sister. I have so many of them now. I don't have the heart to tell her. I give some away once I collect too many, but have a few open that I use because I feel guilty. I don't mind them too much now but I used to gag at the taste. Love my mom.

Part of my christmas gift was a box of gorgonzola crackers from my bosses. They look amazing, but I am lactose and wheat intolerant, which everyone except for my bosses can remember. Unfortunately food often gets stashed to binge and purge on. This time I did the brave thing and left them at work so everyone can enjoy them. Though my thoughts still think about it from time to time. I will stay strong.

One year we had this giant box, so my sister got in it and we wrapped it up and had my mom open it.
My mom joked that she wished my sister's birth had gone like that.

In my family, whenever we ask what we're getting for xmas, the response is always "underwear!" So one year we wrapped up some of my mom's oldest, most holey underwear and gave it to her :P

My bff and I have this ongoing joke about blacklipstick. It's started with this one episode of Buffy. We always joke that we're going to wear some. I have nothing against black lipstick, but it would look rediculous on either of us.
So this year im getting her lipstick: black, glow-in-the-dark, and purple.

I spent Christmas a few years ago in residential treatment. My parents brought gifts for me to open. I had just signed a lease for a new apartment prior to going into treatment, so they bought me a bunch of things I would need in my new apartment's kitchen.

So, uh, yeah. Unwrapping a kitchen scale and measuring cups in residential treatment. Maaaaaaaaaybe not exactly the most appropriate set of gifts, given where I was. My parents were well-intentioned, but as you can imagine, they were (and still are) incredibly clueless about EDs.

Needless to say, I subsequently became obsessed with measuring all of my food to the gram after I got out of treatment.